Memories. How do you collect them? Photos in an album, mementos in a scrapbook, a lock of hair kept close in a locket? Or do you collect them in something closed, inside, deeper in your heart and mind where no one else can see what you've hoarded, what you hold dear, what you've hidden away?
Some memories are painful, like an assault or an injury. Others are bittersweet, like the loss of a loved one, or the destruction of something precious.
But like an oyster who coats that irritating grain of sand in layer after layer of nacre to create a treasured pearl, we also find ways to protect ourselves from the harm of memories.
Nacre Sanctum is my way of doing just that. Of protecting myself by creating a boundary -- a pearl -- within a sacred reliquary. Where the pain or sadness of a memory is removed enough to be observed and cherished, or locked away and forgotten.
These pearls, these Nacre Sanctum, are my way of honoring the beautiful parts of living and loss, of memory and moving on, of nostalgia and that need to hold on to who we are.
These relics were numbered using Arithmomancy -- the true titles are secret otherwise.